The Nutty Professor Had a Nutty Student-- Me. :)
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The third time I blogged this day. And I've got a good feeling that there'll be a fourth. Oh well.. *shrug*
*sigh*
Like I said on my MySpace blog (which I used after eons due to Blogger's stubbornness earlier in the day), I AM SO TIRED. I feel so drained for having to deal with so much stuff during the past few days. Finals, huge pile of projects and requirements, countless OTs at school for the Chem lab work, almost-late-night go home sked, staying up until the wee hours of dawn to read (I loved studying for the second day of exams, though. Econ rocks my socks.), attending to this and that thing, spending eye-blinding hours in front of the computer, fighting the urge to get into a coma and sleep for an entire week, feeling all zombie-like due to lack of rest, eating anything my hand grabs just so I can comfort myself, trying not to think of the ugly effects of comfort food, getting BIGGER zits here and there-- CAN'T YOU TELL HOW TIRING THIS IS? ):
Don't get me wrong, I love my Alma Mater. But for once, allow me to say how happy I am to finally get out of the hellhole this March 31. Yeah, it's the best hellhole one can ever be in. ^__^
The Zit hurts. (HAHA. I took the liberty of referring to it as a sort of person. It has an identity after all. And it TALKS.) Huge Zit just below the curl of my lower lip. Bad Zit, bad Zit. Go away, Zit. Please. ,vv
Ooh.. Yesterday, I downloaded Sundo by Imago. And I've been playing it for 90 times or so now. Wala lang. Makes me terribly insanely miss HIM. ):
Blog break's over. Gotta get back to that T-Test (which, in my opinion, might actually mean Torture Test, considering the splitting headache I have right now). Wait for my next post. Bwahaha. (:
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I tell you, graduation is NOT a smooth exit from high school. Especially if you're enrolled in mine. Phbbt!
Seriously. Everything's gone whacko these past two HELL weeks. I'm actually cramming right now. (This is my definition of cramming: Wanting to get real busy but for some unknown, and possibly pathetic, reason, I can't because my brain refuses to process things SERIOUSLY.) Hmpf. I'm supposed to really really really get back to my work, but what? I'm blogging. I hate me sometimes.
At least the exams are over. Except for Computer, that is. Eek. And today's Last-Submission-of-Requirements Day, which is why (obviously) I'm "pretending" to rush. Which, I figured, is bad. Aww.
This is terrible- TERRIBLE, I tell you! (HAHA. Read that while pretending to be an overdramatic stage actor. Or Josh Peck. It's funny.) The clock's ticking and I'm still stuck in Clueless Land. Ugh. Someone build a black hole and suck me in. Waaaaa. Or dig up a hole where I can go through and end up in Africa. Ma'am Cinches will never find me there. She'll be busy selling her fertilizers to African farmers (if there are) to notice me wander about. Oh, please. ,vv
** Do I sound nutty or was that just my other brain talking? **
Doomed, I am. Doomed. ,vv
The third time I blogged this day. And I've got a good feeling that there'll be a fourth. Oh well.. *shrug*
*sigh*
Like I said on my MySpace blog (which I used after eons due to Blogger's stubbornness earlier in the day), I AM SO TIRED. I feel so drained for having to deal with so much stuff during the past few days. Finals, huge pile of projects and requirements, countless OTs at school for the Chem lab work, almost-late-night go home sked, staying up until the wee hours of dawn to read (I loved studying for the second day of exams, though. Econ rocks my socks.), attending to this and that thing, spending eye-blinding hours in front of the computer, fighting the urge to get into a coma and sleep for an entire week, feeling all zombie-like due to lack of rest, eating anything my hand grabs just so I can comfort myself, trying not to think of the ugly effects of comfort food, getting BIGGER zits here and there-- CAN'T YOU TELL HOW TIRING THIS IS? ):
Don't get me wrong, I love my Alma Mater. But for once, allow me to say how happy I am to finally get out of the hellhole this March 31. Yeah, it's the best hellhole one can ever be in. ^__^
The Zit hurts. (HAHA. I took the liberty of referring to it as a sort of person. It has an identity after all. And it TALKS.) Huge Zit just below the curl of my lower lip. Bad Zit, bad Zit. Go away, Zit. Please. ,vv
Ooh.. Yesterday, I downloaded Sundo by Imago. And I've been playing it for 90 times or so now. Wala lang. Makes me terribly insanely miss HIM. ):
Blog break's over. Gotta get back to that T-Test (which, in my opinion, might actually mean Torture Test, considering the splitting headache I have right now). Wait for my next post. Bwahaha. (:
[/EDIT]
I tell you, graduation is NOT a smooth exit from high school. Especially if you're enrolled in mine. Phbbt!
Seriously. Everything's gone whacko these past two HELL weeks. I'm actually cramming right now. (This is my definition of cramming: Wanting to get real busy but for some unknown, and possibly pathetic, reason, I can't because my brain refuses to process things SERIOUSLY.) Hmpf. I'm supposed to really really really get back to my work, but what? I'm blogging. I hate me sometimes.
At least the exams are over. Except for Computer, that is. Eek. And today's Last-Submission-of-Requirements Day, which is why (obviously) I'm "pretending" to rush. Which, I figured, is bad. Aww.
This is terrible- TERRIBLE, I tell you! (HAHA. Read that while pretending to be an overdramatic stage actor. Or Josh Peck. It's funny.) The clock's ticking and I'm still stuck in Clueless Land. Ugh. Someone build a black hole and suck me in. Waaaaa. Or dig up a hole where I can go through and end up in Africa. Ma'am Cinches will never find me there. She'll be busy selling her fertilizers to African farmers (if there are) to notice me wander about. Oh, please. ,vv
** Do I sound nutty or was that just my other brain talking? **
Doomed, I am. Doomed. ,vv
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